It rained on Monday. Not for long, but enough for me to get wet. On the contrary to the famous Carpenters song, the rain made me happy. Everything gets greener, even here in the desert. And the greens and greys … Continue reading
I used to talk too much when I was little. Got in trouble for it all the time. Teachers had to practically bribe me to be quiet. Isn’t it funny how it all changes? In college, teachers have to pull … Continue reading
You know, you probably aren’t supposed to learn things from a film starring Chevy Chase, Goldie Hawn, Burgess Meredith, Billy Barty and Dudley Moore.
But I grew up on a little movie called ‘Foul Play’ that we watched constantly when I was a fairly small child, and thereafter as well. Yes, I was too young for some of it at the time, but those bits honestly went straight over my head and never caused me to grow up too fast or anything silly like that.
The following is a list of a few things that did stay with me, however, as I am reminded while I watch on this New Year’s Day -almost 40 years after it was made.
1. The Mikado is very short for an Opera, and has a rather memorable beginning.
2. The basic swear words will take you everywhere you need to go linguistically. “Shit” and “Goddammit” cover most things, while in a really bad jam, all you need is, “Far Out”.
3. Bridesmaid dresses should be great for weddings, a night out on the town, and kidnapping scenarios where running is involved.
4. Snakes should never smoke cigarettes, but are occasionally allowed cookies.
5. Dirty Scrabble is a damn sight harder than it looks. Far Out.
6. Good cops only live on houseboats.
7. Leaving up old flying scenery is helpful for keeping dead bodies off the stage during a performance.
8. Never take a first date to a retrospective film and expect him to buy the popcorn.
9. Beware of the dwarf. Especially if he’s selling fancy bibles.
10. Always take chances again.
11. Never leave home without your umbrella.
It’s just weeks now until the new season of Doctor Who starts, so they’re playing the adverts for it.
I’m not looking forward to it. I hate this new Doctor and all the crappy storylines he’s brought with him.
He’s no fun to watch. He’s just grumpy all the time and even Clara turned into a character I no longer respected. All that lying. And Missy? Are you kidding me? You really thought that would fly? People sat in a room and patted themselves on the back over all this crap? Blech.
They’ve taken the heart out of the show along with the humour. And even the Doctor’s fierceness is gone because he’s just a cantankerous old ass.
I want my Timey Wimey. I want a northern accent wrapped in a leather jacket. I want 3D glasses and a long coat. I even want a ridiculous bow tie. Where’s the sense of wonder and excitement? The laughter and the making up as we go along? The fierce protection for what is right? Because this Doctor has none of that.
Bring back the sense of fun.
At this point I’m hoping for a speedy regeneration and the writers to pull their heads out of their asses.
Too bad we can’t go back in time and fix it.
I can look away when they want me to feed starving children in another country. I want the government to take responsibility for the starving children in this country. If we could do that, then we could donate elsewhere with a clear conscience.
But I cannot stop helping animals. Yes, my house is full. But there are so many that need help, and so few willing to take steps to save them.
I believe animals have souls as much as we do. They can feel and are just as individual as all of us. They have been treated as nothing more than meat for far too long. I’m ashamed I ever ate them, for I could never have killed them myself. But maybe that’s part of why I’m so dedicated now to saving them.
I rescued an old dog from the brink of death once only to have that dog kill my bird. I have a dog now that is determined that I don’t get to keep my carpet. It’s not all rainbows and unicorns. It’s cleaning up an awful lot of potty in the house while they learn the rules the previous owner neglected to enforce.
But the work and struggle aren’t the important part. My house is full of love. That is important. These animals give love constantly with no guarantee that they will get anything in return. They just give. And there is so much joy. Everyday I wake up surrounded by love with a pack of animals all trying to love on me at once. There’s nothing else like it.
Consider a rescue. Or two. Donate if you can. Volunteer at a local shelter or wildlife sanctuary. It’s so rewarding for you as well as those you help. A definite win-win situation.
We’ve always been accused as anthropomorphising animals- giving them the human characteristics we wish them to have, but don’t actually possess. I argue that that is wrong. They do have feelings and emotions and moods. Pretending continually that they don’t, is a convenient way to justify how we treat them. We have to reevaluate our treatment- our disdain- of animals. They are a gift to us. Not to be used as test subjects or abused. We should be in a partnership with them. If we could all work together, the possibilities would be limitless.
So I’m at dog class with my dogs and the classroom is right next to where they do the grooming. It’s loud and there’s a dog that’s sad and won’t stop barking and the radio’s on.
And then I hear a groomer singing to her dog she’s working on. Not even the song that’s on the radio.
When was the last time you sang a silly song at work just for the joy of what you’re doing?
Finding that joy is a challenge.